My Place On the Beach
Listening to the lapping of the waves
complementing the murmurs of bench folks.
Doves are cooing, pigeons are scurvy knaves
patrolling the sand, clumsy oafish crooks!
Trade winds gentle on your skin, lover's kisses.
Wedding parties come and go, tourists pay
top dollar to eager photo misses.
No one hurries, time ordered to "stay!"
and it seems grudgingly to want to do.
Wind surfers carving initials in air
and surf with abandon, try something new.
All I could wish for without a care.
Reflect on a brief moment in the sun
and how fortunate to have a brief run.
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